Z took a step forward before punk A grabbed him by the arm. "It's not worth it. Let's get out of here." Z scoffed, looked Vidalia straight in the eye, and said, "You have no idea what my mate here just spared you, bitch." He spat in her direction before walking over to Jon. "Get up."
Jon rose slowly and moved over next to Z. Patchouli glimpsed the reluctant look on Jon's face for just a second, but it was enough to stir up something within her. She wanted to tell the boys off, to scream in their face and tell them never to pick on Jon again, but...
Right before the boys walked away, Patchouli grabbed Z by the wrist. Z turned around and barked, "Oi, what're you-" but hesitated. Patchouli stood up straight and wide. A scowl appeared on her face as her other hand clenched into a fist. A dim but noticeable red glow formed around her body as she spoke up. Louder than anyone could have anticipated, she almost yelled, "Listen up, ya bunch o' maggots! Lay one finger on that lad over there again and you'll 'ave to answer to my crew! Got it?!" The accent she used was clearly... something, though it demonstrated a clear misunderstanding of whatever she was going for.
Z squeaked incredulously, "This school is full of madwomen!" A nudged him in the stomach and said, "Got it! He- we got it!" Patchouli released Z and finished, "Right, now don't you forget it!" She gave him a little shove, though not as strong as she would've liked. Z opened his mouth to speak, but at this point both A and B were actively dragging him away. Jon snatched up his book from the ground and the four boys were on their way.